Carter Kane had a lot on his mind. He had just come back from Sadie's room after having a very long, repetitive and serious conversation about other gods. It had been eight months since his encounter with Percy. He still didn't know what to make of him. He had only told Sadie, Walt and Zia and they all agreed that he had something to do with the cryptic warning his mother told Sadie about other gods. They suspected that he was Greek, but they weren't entirely sure.

He was so lost in thought as he walked the halls of the Brooklyn house that he almost didn't hear the voice wafting out of a room.

"…don't know what to do; they are beginning to figure it out."

Carter heard the voice of one of his brightest students coming from her room. The door was slightly open and through the crack he could see Kyra Mathews looking at something he couldn't see looking very worried.

Kyra is a pretty and athletic with wavy brown hair and smooth tan skin. She was one of his best students. She was blood of the pharaohs and came to Brooklyn house last September saying that she would have to leave for the summer. The strange thing was that she had an insane level of combat training when she first arrived. She said her mom didn't know she was blood of the Pharaohs, but that Kyra had done martial arts since she was five. She also had an air of mystery like none other. There were certain things that she would never go into depth about: how she found out she was blood of the Pharaohs, where she went during the summer, and her father. She would give a short flimsy answer to each, "my mom dug up some old stuff in my great grandparents' house", "a camp", and "do you really have to know who my dad is?" All answers where said with venom and hostility.

"Do they think you have anything to do with it?" another voice asks. Carter is startled because he doesn't recognize the voice. It sound like a teenage boy, but not a magician he knew.

"No, only the four teachers know anything. They aren't careful about where they talk, and ever since I heard the words "other gods" I have been eavesdropping." She replies.

Carters eyes widen, she had been listening to their conversations? She knows about the other gods and clearly has something to do with them. He considers bursting into the room to see who she's talking to, but their information could be invaluable.

"So that's good. Why don't you tell them? They seem nice enough they could even help us." The voice says.

"When dad first told me what I was, he warned me to keep it a secret. I risked a lot telling you. Plus if it goes wrong, like it did with the Romans, we could end up with another army trying to kill us, and there are a lot more of them than us."

Us. The words echo in Carters head. Who's "us"? Not only that, but she mentioned her dad, she has been lying about him, and about how she found out about her blood. Millions of other questions swim in his head.

"Fine." The other voice answers, "Just be careful. Love you."

"Love you too." She says and moves her hand through the air just outside of Carters vision like she's swatting a fly.

The conversation is finished and Carter takes a deep breath before swinging open the door. Kyra whips around and looks at Carter. She seems to go through a series of emotions, shock and fear, before landing on anger,

"Haven't you heard of knocking?" she asks crossing her arms in front of her.

"I heard what you said Kyra." He says bluntly.

Kyra looks terrified before forcing her face back to anger and speaking, "You eavesdropping that was a private conversation!"

"From what it sounds like you have been eavesdropping too." He answers as calmly as he can.

"I had too. You were talking about things you shouldn't and your mother never should have said what she did. Worlds have been kept apart for reasons, Carter, we never get along." She answers factually.

"What world is yours?"

"I belong to two. I never should have been born. My mother didn't know what she was, and my father, for all his sight was blind. I was born and fifteen years later I realize that I not only belong in my father's world, but yours. He sends me here with the promise that I could go back to my family during the summer. Then after a week, my mother shows up and takes me back here to keep me safe."

"Who's your father?"

She pauses and seems to weigh telling the truth against telling a lie before deciding on one, "My father is the Greek god Apollo."